I am a bell, a young and beautiful bell. The ebony robe is draped over the robust body, glittering with a fascinating luster. As if a general returning victorious. I live in a peaceful monastery. Daily, when the sky is gray, a young monk comes to wake me up. "Dang! Dang! Dang!" A piece of wood hit my body so hard that it jolted the bells in my stomach. All I could do was open my hazy sleepy eyes and watch the quiet dawn creep in.
An old monk with a dirty, broken broom, rhythmically sweeping the leaves, slowly, the sun rose, gently pouring light into every corner of the yard. Birds "chirping" concert, the temple monks also began chanting. This kind of day after day, year after year. Gradually, my black robe lost its original luster, the sound of the impact is no longer crisp and bright, and became heavy. I began to regret, why am I a clock, rather than a beautiful dress or a fluttering butterfly? How beautiful it would be to wear on a wonderful woman or to fly among the verdant trees! I was beginning to run out of steam. One day at work, my hair just couldn't support the weight of my body and "Dang!" I fell heavily to the ground. Ouch! I fell on my nose and face, it's really hard!
The temple people did not care about me, not long after the temple of the old monk died, I as a burial and the old monk together into the mound. I was afraid, every day and every night the darkness made me lonely and isolated, the boundless darkness all the time not devouring my . Hope. I was sleepy and slowly fell into sleep. I don't know how long I slept, but I finally opened my eyes again. OMG! I was surrounded by bars! I panicked and wanted to get out of here. However, just as I took the first step, "click" my leg bone broke one, alas! I'm old, the pattern on my robe has long since worn away, and my bones are brittle! Think about how valiant I was back then, but now ......
The small pavilion was flooded with a large group of children, who curiously touched me, eyes showing fun and curiosity. A child shouted out "Tang Zhong", I realized that I was called Tang Zhong. The children surrounded me in the middle, listening to a teacher rambling about my history, and said I was a national first-class cultural relics. I had never felt such pride and honor. With great difficulty, I straightened my back, hoping that the children would see me, excited by their curiosity, admiration and admiration. It wasn't long before the children drifted away. My heart welled up with endless joy and happiness. If I can learn about my history, if I can learn knowledge, and if I can play a part in the children's growth, then I have become an accomplished person, haven't I? I really hope that you will inject a young vigor into me, so that I will no longer be old. Although I am old and no longer beautiful, but after all, for the children to dedicate a power, children! Be sure to remember me!